It is hard to face reality.
Reality that not everyone is as kind as you.
That although your heart may stretch for miles and go way out on a limb, others cannot see past their shirt sleeve.
It is okay that I am angry. It hurts. It hits me with the fact that... well, I don't understand it fully, so I don't know what it hits me with.
On second thought, it hits me with this:
If I am good, and decent, then I deserve good and decent.
If I am hard working and passionate, then I deserve respect and appreciation.
If I cannot make others see that I am these things, then maybe they will never see.
That is reality. and it is not pretty.